Show Me Your Grrrr Face

His fathers call rang out with power, easily garnering Ludovic’s attention as the boy bounded towards the source of the summons. Once perfectly present for the lesson, this time deciding not to bare his teeth at Sericea or Dracun; but instead the boy tried to bump past both like he was too big not too (a lie), he sat, his eyes fixed on his father with a smug smirk. The gravity in Aresenn's voice was unmistakable, a clear indication of the seriousness of the lesson ahead. Ludovic's mismatched gaze gleamed with a mix of curiosity and determination, ready to absorb every word.

As Aresenn began, Ludovic noted the authority in his tone, the way it commanded respect and attention. Maybe it was because he was the Emir, and not just because it was his dad voice? The stark reality of his words about survival struck Ludovic. He understood, even at his young age, that life was not a game. It was a constant battle, or at least that was the impression his parents had given. Fun mixed in and all.

When his father emphasized the importance of strategy, Ludovic felt a flicker of excitement, charcoal tail flicking behind him as he fought off the anxious energy within his body. This was something he inherently understood. He had always been observant, always weighing options and considering the best course of action. But how to balance the two? How to ensure he was both strong and smart in his actions?

He wanted to show his father that he was serious about these lessons, that he was ready to take on the challenges ahead. Ludovic's gaze never wavered, meeting Aresenn's stone-cold stare with his own determined one.


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